With two under two and only fourteen months apart, I often look back and wonder how in the world did we do it? But somehow we do do (no pun intended) it, one hour of sleep at a time. It's a cliche, but enjoy it cause they do grow up so fast and then they're pouncing on each other on Wall Street and other such venues.

Thanks for the heads-up re the article on Nazis/Christians at AT. Good follow-on to his previous one the other day.

In the last paragraph, he wrote:"Now, the atheist response to this is that the Nazis believed in some sort of non-Christian metaphysical system..."

Recently, Bob wrote a post based on a brief interview with Louis Pauwels. In the late '60's, Pauwels and a French physicist named Jaques Bergier authored a book titled Morning of the Magicians, which is still in print. The authors devoted several chapters to just exactly what Hitler's "metaphysics" consisted of -- in case anyone is interested.

Mrs. G said:"But how do you parents of more than one survive more than a day of this level of chaos and activity?!"

That's a good question, Mrs. G..Those years are a blur to me now, for the most part. Hmmm...actually, they were a blur to me then, also.Let's just say it gets easier...and harder. :^)

Never look too far ahead or you'll be overwhelmed. Stick with the daily missions...one...at...a...time.Have fun, make judicial use of the "calming effect" weapon, and for God's sake, keep them away from too much sugar if you wish to remain sane. Ha ha!

God's footsteps can be tracedSeen in the smile of an Angels faceFelt in the need of thier warm imbraceThe essence of a fragrance you can tasteLeading to the horizon of time and spaceThose footsteps will never be erased,

Bob had a book in the sidebar called "Modern Facism" by Vieth, I think. It is an excellent source to understand the similarities between the left now and in the 1930s.Essentially, if WWII hadn't ended, the Christians were next to be exterminated.

word takes oversoon to be rememberinghome is heaven found...uh...again?

Wished I could do something more than write dumb hiakus every now and then, but most of the time I really have nothing to add to whats already been said. Your overflowing Bob, and one of the sanest people I know. Thks.

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